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In Fact, I Take The View That God, In His Infinite Wisdom, Didn't Bother To Spring For Two Joints - Heaven And Hell. They're The Same Place, But Heaven Is When You Get Everything You Want And You Meet Mummy And Daddy And Your Best Friends And You All Have A Hug And A Kiss And Play Your Harps. Hell Is The Same Place - No Fire And Brimstone - But They Just All Pass By And Don't See You. There's Nothing, No Recognition. You're Waving, “it's Me, Your Father,” But You're Invisible. You're On A Cloud, You've Got Your Harp, But You Can't Play With Nobody Because They Don't See You. That's Hell.

The Thing About Being A Songwriter, Once You Realize You Are One, Is That To Provide Ammo, You Start To Become An Observer. ... You're Constantly On The Alert. That Faculty Gets Trained In You Over The Years: Observing People, How They React To One Another, Which In A Way Makes You Weirdly Distant. ... It's A Little Of Peeping Tom, Being A Song-writer.

To A Musician Or Songwriter, Your Canvas Is Silence.

I Don't Know If People In New York Recognize Me Or Not. I'm Not Really Conscious Of It. If Somebody Stops Me, Then I Suddenly Realize That People Are Looking At Me, But Other Times They May Be Doing It And I Don't Even Know Because I'm Engrossed In Something Else.

Music Is A Necessity. After Food, Air, Water And Warmth, Music Is The Next Necessity Of Life.